schaedenfreude

(I spelled that right on the first try.)

Ah yes. So those front row seats at Fenway? Actually front row in the third section up. Hehe. Somebody misread their tickets.

Anyway it was a good game, though Cleveland won, 4-3. Obviously if I had been there, I would have been a good luck charm and the outcome would be a little different.

Instead, I spent the evening at home massacring a sweet potato in the microwave and trying to resuscitate it with brown sugar, and watching the newest episode of House - of which the DVR cut off the last two minutes. D'oh!

AND I planted the mimosa pudica seeds (after soaking for 48 hours) that came this weekend in the mail - Dr. Andrea can check my handy work this weekend, and perhaps offer some advice for my fallen fig. If that sounds weird, it is.

Tuesday Good: Today smells like fall. I am wearing tights. Tuesday Bad: Slept through my gym time. And I forgot to pack a lunch.

Maybe if I go stand outside the as-yet-unopened Panera they'll pity me and toss a baguette my way.

PS Three days to Andrea!!! Let's hope the forecast for this weekend changes soon.

there is more to life than processed nut butters (who knew?)

This weekend was pretty nice, wandering in Boston and relaxing at home, and we visited the Cambridge Antique Market which was c-razy cool and I'll surely go back when I
A) have more money and
B) need his/hers Meissen inspired shepherd/shepherdess table lamps.

Oh - and tonight I've got more time to relax...Mr. Man's boss gave him and a coworker tickets to the Sox-Indians game tonight. Just two tickets though. Me, I've never been to a game. Even living/working in such close proximity to Fenway. Yup. Hoooome alone tonight. Oh, and their seats? First row. Behind home plate. Yeah.

But why don't I feel sorry for myself?
Because ANDREA IS COMING TO VISIT THIS WEEKEND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(picture Kermit the Frog waving his arms and going "Yeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaay!")

My first house guest in the new place! And what a guest! I'm so excited - I have to get things ready, set out the tiny guest soaps and shampoos and put the tiny hand towels on their tiny racks and make tiny GF hors d'oeuvres...I swear I'm not setting up house for an elf.

And I'll have her all to myself (Mr. Man will be out of town for a tennis tournament. Scoff.) - now I don't have to be scared at night and will have someone to tell me bedtime stories.

But what to do with the weekend?! After I drag her around the museum for one of my patented un-official tours in which I jabber on about everything you never wanted to know about what I can remember to have read or maybe heard about art, we'll go shopping. And drinking. Maybe we'll shop for wine! I need to come up with an awesome itinerary, so this week I'll log some serious Yelp time.

In the meantime, I have reduced fat Skippy to keep me company - appropriately dubbed SuperChunk.

damn skippy

It is 2:27 pm, Monday September 22, 2008.

I am surreptitiously eating peanut-butter by the plastic knife-full straight out of a jar in my desk drawer.

I hate Mondays.

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Hooray! Last night there was an event at the museum and I felt super swanky swanning about the "aht" with a glass of wine in hand.

And then I went to IHOP.

I'm so classy I can't stand it.


The last of my boxes are FINALLY unpacked, and we organized the apartment more to make room for a sleeper sofa (or futon) and to actually set up the second bedroom as a guestroom/den. I've got the decorating bug and I'm resisting the urge to get vinyl sticker wall art. I know it seems cute in photos but really my taste is too far on the "traditional" side of "transitional" for that kind of thing.

In other news, my birthday is on a Monday and I hate that. Can someone do something about that please? Thanks.

tofu in a blender

Tuesday Musings...

My favorite pesto recipe involves tofu. I think that might make the Italians angry.

I watched waaaay too many CSIs yesterday. Two and a half. But there's a new season of House starting tonight so I can replace one corny pseudo-medical drama with another, thanks to the wonders of DVR.

As requested by my mom, I'm also going to start writing a novel. So...um, I'll take volunteers for whoever wants to write the reviews on the back. You can use fake names too.

And to think that in some countries these dogs are eaten.

I want a pug.

Yeah, I couldn't travel on the weekends like I do now. Yes they shed, and have a litany of health problems associated with the short muzzle and bugged out eyes...

But they're adorable and have great, affectionate, playful personalities without being too hyper. Want one now.

Note to readers: my birthday is coming up.


see more puppies

gimme now

Last post of the day, I promise. Maybe.

Panda chair